Lyrics:
Hey hey what's all the racket
Hey hey
Hey hey what's all the racket
Hey hey
I can't be in two places at once but I can be in one place twice
I can't
up as much as
Every instance
How can someone inconsistent mess up so consistently
What a shock its Mr. sweet and awful
Tell your gods I want
I've been surrounded and loved it
Causing all that racket
You swear to God that your coffee saves you
Need a holy man and a goddamn chaser
Well calm
Yeah
Shaadji
Yessir
God summon Shaad Justice
Aye
(Wassup)
I was on the couch
Scrambling for change
Shard of doubt
On my brain
For amounts
Hunger
as
Every instance
How can someone inconsistent mess up so consistently
What a shock its Mr. sweet and awful
Tell your gods i want to speak to their fathers
& a Derringer
Brutal staff sergeant in Platoon, Tom Berenger
I'm 11 years down, can I last another decade
In this god-awful oddball occupation
I'm obsessed with
of LA
Susie's in her room all alone with a book of dreams
Isn't it awful, I'm sitting back thinking what could it all possibly mean
Isn't it awful
give a friend a call instead of makin' him
Confused
What a terrible thing for you to do
What an awful thing for you to say
What a terrible thing for you
him cappin'
Wanna play me, grab the racket
New day, new wave
New bae, new J's
Oh God, I'm saved
New chain, new pain
Cut back, gimme that stack stack
What a dreadful town, what a vulgar place
What an awful mistake to have come here
To be on display in that shameless way
For the crude common
Wish I never read that text
No rest
What's next
My best
At my worst
Learn to memorize my words
Something awful
Something awful
Something awful
Something
This year, Christmas music is a lie!
It's the most god-awful time of the year
(The most god-awful time of the year)
With the kids not out sledding
it you seized your life and got it back on track
You ain't gotta worry pat your back and stack a bat
Packing up a racket and that bat is fat that's
That's right!
And the pursuit of happiness."
Is that what they said? The very words.
That does sound mighty fine.
Buildiing a nation is awful
God mode I'm a god I don't even know
Kingdom come
Castles in sand
Oh my god I'm gonna get this money
Hand over hand
Goddamn sellin' keller
Doing what we
and sleep
What an awful night to die
As I cry to the pale moonlight
Asking God for more better days
Yet all my days have turned & withered to grey
Sunken
(Wooh)
I keep a racket like Ratchet (Yeah)
Fuck what you say, Niggas they fake
I'm at the bank, wait (Uh huh)
Sippin' on drank aye, I'm on the way
all in my bank account
I just called thе boys, you
Know what we doin'
You know we moving pounds (yeah)
Rackеts is, rackets is, all my money now
(Bands)
tennis with my bitch
A lot of rackets
I got hundreds fetish, money come and go
But let's go spend it (let's go spend it)
And new baguetties on my wrist
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One Of Us
If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to His face
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if
they look at me, can't fuck with them at all
Act cool like it's buddy buddy, god damn that shit is odd
I get way too high, oh my god
I don't know what
hundreds when I get it, that’s them rackets (That’s them racks)
That’s my brother right or wrong, I’m gone back it (Right or wrong)
Remember them days we was
time
Maybe give a friend a call instead of making him confused
What a terrible thing for you to do
What an awful thing for you to say
What a terrible
racket
Calls for maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales
When her clothes fall to a bundle
And she's laid in bed
On the upper deck
And so
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